so there I was, surrounded by rabid chipmunks, looking for a way to break free to of the braided spinach restraints, when suddenly…

I spent the last two days at a conference. As far as conferences go it wasn’t horrible, but it also wasn’t amazing. There were some nuggets of good, like the one keynote speaker who had a ton of amazing recommendations for apps and the lady who did a session on developing your personal brand. There were also some road apples (does everyone know that term? maybe?) but I decided not to partake of those. I was a “bad kid” and left at lunch both days. Hey, we were within easy driving distance of home and I still have a literal fuckton of stuff to do before the trip.

So the actual best part for me was meeting a woman from another institution, one I secretly look up to, who disclosed to me that she also has Bipolar Disorder.

Having never lived through any other serious or chronic or otherwise nasty disease I don’t know if, say, women who have survived breast cancer feel an instant affinity when they meet other survivors or not. (WeeGee? help me out here?) And I don’t know if maybe it’s just me. But I love to hear stories from others who are fighting the good fight and are successful. It’s uplifting. And there’s something empowering about being able to talk to someone about something so personal and have them understand exactly what you mean.

And it’s a bit of an honor when someone tells you that they don’t typically disclose their disease.

My boys are so odd, but I love them to pieces.

3 thoughts on “so there I was, surrounded by rabid chipmunks, looking for a way to break free to of the braided spinach restraints, when suddenly…”

  1. Road apples? The rest I got. When another being has what you have, wither it is a wonky eye, a disturbed childhood, or the same condition. You feel a shared understanding, no need to explain. Comfortable with every discussion and if you are not likely to meet again … even better just gush it all out knowing the person will be pleased to, one share advice, two, to be able to feel great about you trusting her with it all. This works both ways and can be a powerful experience.

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  2. I think as humans we are hard wired to find commonalities with other humans. The first time I saw a person in the wild with a scar that matches mine I had to speak up and show mine. Yup, thyroid cancer. It’s nice to know we aren’t alone:)

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